by Kim Pullen
I’m going to tell you a story. A family of five generations was preparing the holiday dinner together. In the kitchen, the youngest child watched as her mother trimmed a 1” piece off of each end of a massive ham before placing it in a large broiler pan in preparation...
by Kim Pullen
I’m the lucky one this Thanksgiving. I’m not hosting—I’m the hostee. My girls and I are visiting a friend in Atlanta this week. I’m ecstatic because that means I don’t have to clean my house for anyone. It makes me wonder if my Georgian hostess is scrubbing her...
